They tell of a place, a magical place,
Filled with dreams of fairy dust and fanciful things.
This place, oh, so fantastical, so wonderfully dreamy,
Is a mighty fine place for mind-wandering.

The prince and princess of this story-book world
Ride atop the clouds on a gold carousel.
Counting the stars, and seeing if Mars
Can be distinguished from Venus at all, if not well.

With unicorns prancing and eyes all a-flashing,
The princess bats her eyes in a coquettish way.
The prince blushes scarlet as he bashfully watches
His young lioness dance quickly away.

Have you guessed the name of this magical place?
The lovely Nirvana dangling above
The rest of the world? Oh this glorious place
Is the state of your heart, a state called Love.